"Yeah, sure, why not?" Clove shrugged. "I mean, we get along and I'm reasonably sure you won't try to kill me in the middle of the night. Those are pretty much my only criteria for a roommate."
Not kidding.
She gave a light laugh at his next words; the rest of her response was to lean over and pretend to bite his arm because you didn't make a comment like that and expect her to not at least do something. She could be a remarkable smart-ass when she was relaxing and being herself.
Not that she really knew who she was -- being trained all her life to kill kind of wiped a lot of your personality away -- but she was slowly figuring it out again.